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Death Is Half The Rush

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Sara was in the bath, while Beth cooked dinner. Jack Rowland stood at the window looking out at the yard.

“ Sweetheart, “ he said. “ You better have a look at this. “

Beth peeked out the window. She was alarmed, but not worried by what she saw. The family dog usually drooled, but never paced like that. The dog was growling, stopping momentarily to look at them.


How to Interview a Goddess

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The Guest

I open the door and what does he do? He holds out a beautiful, delicate white rose. Typical. When he anxiously releases the flower above my waiting hand, I let it slide off my palm and watch his eyes follow it to the glass floor. Of course he's startled— they always are when I reject their gifts.

I usher him inside to the largest room and sit him on my baby blue sofa, positioned directly below the glass dome towering far above our heads. From the looks of his face, he's no different from any of the others; mouth agape and eyes wide behind glasses far too big for his head, the guy sits on my sofa in complete shock. He looks ridiculous, cocking his head this way and that, drooling like a malnourished ostrich. It's disgusting.


The Wrong Murder

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I sat down at the dining table in my apartment, chugging down some coffee while my husband Julian flipped through the newspaper.

“So have you had any nibbles on the apartment you’re trying to sell?” I asked.

His attention remained focused on the newspaper. “No. I’m not sure anything will happen with that place.”

I furrowed an eyebrow. “You know, you could at least look up at me.”

He lifted his gaze off the table. “I’m sorry! Would you like to talk about the weather?”


Beauty and the Bot

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The appointment was at ten. She checked her watch. It was five to ten. Any moment now, her name would be called.

The baby wasn’t due for another six months, but she could already see how he – she was sure it was a he- would look like. The square face, set jaw, hooked nose; exactly like his father. Alex. It had been nearly three years now since he was declared missing in action, and she still couldn’t shake off the feeling that he would be waiting at home when she returned, holding a cup of tea for her and with an impish grin on his face.


The Stranger in the Woods

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The Appalachian Trail near Damascus, VA contains some of the most beautiful and breath-taking scenery in the Eastern U.S.  So it’s no wonder I was drawn to the area for my post college hike, a kind of reward for graduating from Amherst University Summa Cum Laude.   I have always enjoyed the outdoors and the thought of hiking this area was too compelling for me to pass by before the start of law school in the fall.  An additional attraction to the area was the fact that my great grandfather, Benjamin Hefler, was a prominent politician in this area of Virginia in the early 1900’s.  The family had moved from Virginia to Ohio after Benjamin died a suspicious death at age 43.


A kiss is but a kiss

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“I guess I would say, seeing the Pacific Ocean.” Paul said picking up the paper menu on the table. He raised his head and glanced across the diner at the attractive redhead staring out the window, “Yes, definitely. The Pacific.” He returned his attention to the menu, folding its edges, flipping it over and folding it in half.

The man across the table from him regarded Paul and his dexterity. He curled his lower lip and nodded. “Interesting. Why Pacific?”

“First time we saw it, it was a summer day. We had just driven across the country from Boston to LA.”


Happily Ever After

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"Didn't I tell you I haven't been with anyone? I'm not sleeping around!" yells Mr.


Whitfield to his wife.


"You’re always out late and you never come home until almost 11:00 at night. What do


you expect me to think? That you’re grading papers? It's the first grade for Pete's sake


Harry, they don’t have 11 page papers to turn in!"


"Don't patronize me Brenda."


"Or what? You’re going to threaten to hit me like last time? We both know you haven't


got the balls for that Harry."


Snooper Heroes

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Studying the picture in the newspaper, Charlie Chief thought, this could be the break they’d been hoping for.

Sunlight filtered through the Low-E glass windows and pale-blue curtains.  A painting of woods and water from Charlie’s North Woods and Native American origin hung on the wall in the living room of the Victorian in Woodstock, Illinois.  Framed photographs of his and his son’s fiancée graced the top of the mahogany hutch.

Charlie leaned forward on his recliner and rested his hands on the teak coffee table.  “Look at this photo in the newspaper, Jimmy.”  He didn’t give a hint as to his reason for asking.

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